I am a murderer of my own seed
I wanted to be a mother
Without knowing that
things could get tougher
I’m sorry my child
I know that I’m a killer,
a murderer of my own seed
I know I am dream ender,
a dream ender of my own blood
What kind of monster I am?
Honestly, I had a chance
I had a choice
I could have raised my voice
But I remain discreet
How will I walk in the street,
knowing that I am a murder
of innocent soul?
My child,
I could have accepted birth
instead of choosing death
I sent you to an early grave
I’m sorry my child!